Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 591: Side Story – Age of Divine Concealment (2)

Unlike other Divine Spirit churches that accept devotees' offerings, the War God's church is not very large and directly acquires funds to sustain its operation through the Warrior Union.

Moreover, it has certain banking functions.

The mercenaries who accept tasks can deposit their rewards here. In the event of any mishap, the designated heirs can collect the entire inheritance from the union.

The Oathkeepers ensure all of this.

This organization does not take petty jobs like finding cats and dogs. The smallest job requires dozens of Gold Coins, mostly escorting from the Golden Coast to the Desert Countries, even to the distant grasslands and further subcontinents.

Not being a major merchant means they generally won't approach them; meager profits can't afford the expensive hiring fees.

The tall and thin man entered the War God's Divine Hall, which was relatively spacious. On the left was the training field, and on the right was the armory. Right in the center was the nameless Heroic Spirit Stele; upon entering the hall, the majestic Golden Throne was immediately visible, though just gold-plated—it should be the only gold-powder decorated item here.

He looked around but didn't see the offering box. Unlike other Divine Spirit churches, the War God's church doesn't require devotee offerings.

"My lord does not need monetary offerings."

The nearby priest was very burly, strong like a bodybuilding wrestler, wearing a tightly stretched priest's robe, with a gentle demeanor yet an imposing aura, said, "Today is the Grand Competition Day."

"Other priests, guards, and devotees are competing in the training field for strength."

"If there's anything you need, you can tell me."

"If you're planning to pray."

"To the side, there's a small room in the annex hall with my lord's Shen Kan; He will listen to your prayers."

"If you want to make a sacrifice."

"You can directly do it in the square, toward the nameless Heroic Spirit Stele for the sacrifice."

At this point, he paused for a moment and continued, "If you plan to train Combat Skills and strengthen your physique, then please come again over the weekend."

"At that time, instructors will provide free guidance."

"If you want to please my lord."

"You can go to the training field to challenge the warrior mentors; if you defeat them, you can obtain the War God's Divine Hall's Iron Cross medal."

The tall and thin man seemed somewhat surprised, curiously performing a sacrifice in front of the nameless Heroic Spirit Stele, then heading to the adjacent training field where it was already crowded like a grand arena, with a barbarian from the Northern Land and a sword-and-shield warrior from the highlands competing in the central field.

Both parties were using training equipment; by the side stood a priest covered in heavy armor, holding a shield and warhammer, burly and strong, also eager to try.

There are many retired soldiers here.

At the back of the crowd were seats; a wealthy business-dressed person mixed in, watching the arena eagerly and said to the servant beside him, "What's that highland swordsman called? How much is the hiring fee?"

"He looks very powerful."

Soon, the servant returned here, stretching out a hand, "This amount, he is a retired highland swordsman, skilled in using a sword and shield, once was a decurion."

The price isn't cheap; outside, it could hire five or six guards.

Warriors capable of escorting caravans across half a continent and through numerous uninhabited areas in this era are generally prominent figures, at least marked as two-star or three-star units.

Everything here is unlike what the man perceives as Divine Spirit churches, and this War God seems not to care much about faith.

He even had a feeling the War God's church was just a façade.

Giving a group of muscular men something to do.

This era has many old soldiers, besides killing, they can't really do anything else. Slightly cultured and intelligent ones could find a place to settle, but then some, due to various reasons, can't thoroughly integrate into society yet need work to maintain livelihood, thus becoming the largest mercenary organization in this world.

As for why the barbarians are here, they purely come because there are fights, one by one, recklessly seeking someone to fight.

Due to frequent fighting, the priests here are really skilled at handling sword injuries.

"As long as the warrior profession still exists."

"As long as the concept of combat remains."

"Then almost nobody can shake the position of this War God," the tall and thin man silently mused.

This journey to the Golden Coast indeed yielded abundant gains.

This War God is easing its aggressive front.

If it were purely a war church, its faith wouldn't spread so quickly. Though abandoning various ceremonies and rituals to secret sacrifices for consolidating faith, this new-era church possesses broader universality; it can even be said to influence every aspect of city-state society.

If a city-state believes in the War God, then its residents must be very strong physically because daily competitive training completely replaces sacrifices and prayers.

Yet also due to universality, most devotees possess a sort of carefree faith.

Believe if you want.

No one cares. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Although the War God churches differ in style across regions, overall they're generally similar, devotees mainly concentrated among soldiers, warriors, warriors, mercenaries, adventurers, etc.

Dimension Space.

Duncan's awareness is also observing the tall and thin man who entered the War God's Divine Hall. After promoting to become a Divine Spirit, all Divine Halls transformed into his sub-bases, allowing perspective switching for observation, yet exceeding the scope of Divine Hall's range is beyond His 'Divine Eye' perception.